A Master Claims His Girl, His Way

They had talked for over three months and it was finally time that he claimed her. He had shown her a sweet sensitive side of himself a month earlier when he had asked for her address and sent her a Valentine's card. Unbeknown to her the true motive behind it was to get her address so he could claim her as he wanted; unannounced, violent and memorable for them both.

He had driven from Kentucky two days earlier, found her home and a hiding place across the street, where he could watch and observe her patterns. She was a very routine girl, he liked that, it made his job easier. She spent much of her time naked and he wondered if she knew her neighbors could see through the lace curtains.

Stacy let her black lab outside every morning at 7:30 sharp, just like clock work she had done it today, only today was different. As she opened the door the dog ran out, and his foot blocked the door from closing as it normally did. He was dressed in all black and was wearing a sky mask, he grabbed her by the throat, kicked the door shut and slammed her against the wall. Her eyes wide with fear, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, he could feel it against his. His HUGE cock bulging against the constraints of his tight jeans.

Stacy gasped for air, tears streaking down her face, he relaxed his hold enough that she could get a breath, she tried to scream. He quickly tightened his grip.

"You may not get another breath, Don't waste it by screaming girl." He hissed into her ear.

"Do you understand?" He asked

Fear had overtaken her, Stacy did not respond. How could this be happening to her?

"WHACK" his hand landed hard against her cheek bringing her back to reality. She shook her head yes, tears streaming down her cheeks as if someone had turned on a water faucet.

His body trapped her against the wall, Stacy writhed beneath him, trying to get lose from his grip. He released his hold from around her neck, Stacy gasped for air trying to take as much in, just in case he denied her breath again. He grabbed the full mound of her small beast in his hand and squeezed with great strength, sending a scream from Stacy's mouth that made his cock jump, she was making this difficult, he wanted to take his time, but the way that she moved beneath him was driving him wild with passion. He wanted to bury his cock deep within her and he was going to do it now.

"I'm going to let you go for a moment, do not move" he said in a forceful tone. Of course Stacy's self preservation instincts over road her sense of rational, as soon as he let go and stepped away, she bolted for the door. He was much quicker than she was, he had her pinned on the ground before she knew what had hit her. "WHACK", again his hand fell sharply across her cheek.

"Fucking whore, I told you not to move." He said angrily while taking out a six inch blade from his back pocket. He held it up so that she could see it, fresh tears streaming from her eyes.

"Please, NO, Please" she begged him.

"If you move again when I tell you not to, I will slit you from your throat to your fucking cunt." "Do you understand?" He said as he traced the blade over the path he had just described.

"Yes, Sir" Stacy replied in a shaky voice.

He leaned over just centimeters from her face and said "Don't move". He stood up, and looked down at this impish girl laying on the floor too frightened to move. It excited him he wanted to claim her, but first he must punish her. He had given her an order and she had not followed it. This punishment would be the one that set the standards for all other punishments to be compared to. After this one he would only need to mention punishment and she would shake in fear.

"I'm going to punish you for trying to run, you understand that don't you Stacy?" He asked in a soft, eerily calm voice.

"Yes, Sir" the words barely audible from Stacy's mouth.

He pulled the black leather belt from his jeans, this immediately excited and scared Stacy immensely. There was nothing she found more sexy than a man taking his belt from his pants. The vulnerability she felt knowing that she was going to be punished and there was nothing she could do about it made her cunt spasm and drip.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her roughly up from the floor, shoving her across the couch, the corner digging into the mound of her cunt enough that if she wiggled it would stimulate her clit. Her bare ass, pale and round made a perfect target for him to land his belt.

"Swish, WHACK", the belt landed hard against the alabaster white flesh of Stacy's ass, she screamed "NO" "PLEASE" "NO" "STOP"

"Swish, WHACK", the belt again landing without mercy on her bare skin, "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK", not even a second in between; the belt landed over and over and over again, Stacy screamed with each stripe that was laid on her rear, the couch stimulating her clit, the pleasure mixed with the pain, her cunt spasming and dripping, he could see the juices running from her exposed lips. The flesh of her ass cheeks red, hot, swollen and welted he continued without mercy "WHACK WHACK WHACK". He wasn't the type that liked giving pain to his sub, but he wasn't the type to allow a sub to not follow his instructions, thus he did not care that she screamed and writhed and sobbed openly. This was a punishment.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, "will you ever disobey me again slut?" He asked

"No, Sir" Stacy whimpered between sobs.

"Good Girl" Stacy breathed a sigh of relief believing that the punishment was over.

He sat down on the couch and pulled her across his lap, wrapping his hand around her throat, her red, welted, ass fully exposed. He ran his hand over the angry welts, felt the heat of her flesh, then "WHACK" his hand landed with all of his force directly at the point between her ass cheeks and her thighs, Stacy's body jumped, she tried screaming only to find that he had tightened his grip. "WHACK" again his hand landed in the same spot, she wiggled and writhed and gasped for air, he could kill her with just a bit more preasure, he knew that and it excited him. "WHACK" this time landing his strike directly on her exposed clit, he let go of her throat at the exact moment his strike landed; she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, he felt the cum drip to his thigh, she had squirted.

That was all he could take, he pushed her off his lap, twisted her around on her toes and had her bent over the couch in a matter of seconds. His cock about to burst. He slammed the full length of his shaft inside her wet dripping cunt, pounding her full force and as deep as he could. The pleasure and pain, erupting in Stacy like a volcano; she screamed. He pulled her hard against himself burying deeper and deeper, stretching her cunt. He felt his orgasm building, he wasn't finished with this whore. He pulled out of her cunt, pulled her ass cheeks apart, grabbed her by her hair and twisted her head so he could see her face as he entered her ass. He slid his cock from her cunt to her ass then forcefully shoved it deep and hard, Stacy screamed once again, tears rolling down her face, as he pummeled her ass, with no mercy, just force. He loved watching her expression, the shock, pain, pleasure all mixed together, he grabbed her breast and squeezed again sending a wave of pleasure and pain. Stacy instantly orgasm ed, her body spasm ed uncontrollably, milking the cum from his engorged cock, his body spasm ed uncontrollably.

He moved to the couch and pulled her down to him.

"I am your Master"...